Transgression (from Anti-Prologue)

 

“I need you to address my last night’s transgression.” I walk out to the back porch with a peace offering: a tall glass of brewed tea with two lemon slices, squeezed first, then buried under a heap of ice, tea poured on top, the spoonful of honey swirling in between the fast-melting ice cubes.

The frosted glass doesn’t cool my sweaty palms. The sour smell of lemon, instead of alleviating my nausea, is making my stomach knot even tighter. Bare feet dig into the dirty porch floor, dusted with sand blown in from the nearby dunes. The sand gets stuck between my toes, wet from sweat, which only adds to the anxiety. Am I digging my heels in, or will I back out at the last minute? My mind spirals into the jittery dread of the inevitable: the addressing of the transgression.

“And what transgression is that?” He stops the porch swing with his foot, laying the book he was reading on the faded pillows, and takes the glass from me for the first quenching gulp. Oh, he hates the heat so much.

Not sure how I lured him into this AC-lacking hell, with only whizzing ceiling fans to fight the scorching heat. Well, the worn-out green velvet couch was the first reason we chose this house. We noticed the green treasure in the picture and looked at each other with identical amusement; we are still in the process of procuring one for ourselves. Reasons two and three: its proximity to the beach, so close we could smell the sea and hear the seagulls, but far enough from the neighbors to hear our daily shenanigans, a rare combination in this neck of the woods. The blue siding outside, a nod to a distant memory, and pink peonies in full bloom were a bonus. So, we booked it and, in our mutual excitement, forgot about this little detail: no AC.

I set the plate with sliced watermelon and feta cheese on the edge of a wooden table, the one and the same I plan to get bent over. Is the sweet and juicy watermelon for my own aftercare? Do I expect it to be so long and hard that I will need the whole shebang? Do I want to be spanked to tears? Is that why I put a clean tissue in my sundress pocket, to wipe my nose? Or to wipe his cum after, when it trickles down my leg. I squeak and press my thighs together; he notices and grins. The art of silent dialogue.

From Anti-Prologue

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Not a Warm-up (from Spanks and Moans)

Yesterday Becca asked me to spank her as a punishment, under the pretense that she was playing a game on her phone instead of writing. I gave her a half-assed spanking, fucked her brains out, and that was it. Not turned half of her ass bright red, leaving the other cheek pristine pale, but put little thought into it.

We don’t have any rules that lead to punishment. Odd, isn’t it? To each their own. I know it won’t bode well with her in the long run, to get spanked or punished otherwise for her wrongdoings. I definitely don’t want her to get into a habit of asking for one, but I let that one-off slide.

It’s my job to watch her and decide when she needs a spanking. And today she needed a major reset. Restless, jittery, still excited about this new place, noticing all the little details that one day will turn up in one of her stories.

Like a puppy chasing squirrels in the park, all at once, except my puppy wasn’t happy. Becca is happiest when she writes, and I want that gleeful smile back.

We won’t see eye to eye in the process; she will protest and argue and fight me but won’t use her safeword. Not so secretly, that’s exactly what she wants: to fight long enough until she gives in and truly submits, like a good girl. My good girl.

“Bee, come here,” I summoned her from the back porch, using her nickname, as calling her Rebecca Tabitha would be met with stifled snickering.

I don’t need to call her by first and middle name to mean business. She has eyes, and those eyes round into saucers behind thick glasses at the view of a cleared kitchen table, except for a stack of paper with a pen on top, pushed to the far end of the table, and a long wooden spoon in my hand.

“Bend over for a warm-up,” I tap the edge of the table with my free hand.

“Wait please, I can explain. I wasn’t writing because I was doing research. For book marketing. It’s very complicated.” She speeds up, thrown for a loop by the word warm-up. She tilts her head, frozen in her spot, trying to pick through the bedroom door, but I made sure that all she can see is the dark towel, covering the edge of the bed, and nothing else.

“You will explain after the warm-up.” I walk across the floor to shut the bedroom door and back. The place is tiny but suits the purpose: to eat, to spank, to fuck, to write for her and read for me, and to watch the sunsets.

“You always warm me up with your hand. Why the spoon? What did you plan?”

“Did you bring the silicone plug?”

“Yes, I put it in the nightstand drawer. On your side.”

“I don’t see you bent over. Do you want me to replace that plug with fresh ginger I bought this morning? You know, it won’t take me long to carve one piece.“ I motion at the fruit bowl with fresh peaches and a big hand of ginger root, each finger perfectly shaped for figging. My well-timed threat sets her in motion.

“I’m bending, I’m bending!” Becca plops over the edge as she is, in a tank top and green overalls, the shorts just covering her bum, such clothes are more suitable for someone two decades younger, but who am I to complain, the more skin she shows at home the better.

I whack her at the exposed sit spots, and she jolts from pain. “How am I supposed to work with it, huh? I need you naked from the waist down.”

Becca shimmies out of her overalls and the bikini bottoms she wore underneath.

“Prepared for the day on the beach, I see?”

“I can write on the beach,” she says with defiance.

“Sir.” I remind her of a skipped honorific.

“Sir, what?”

“I can write on the beach, sir!” She is still standing, with her clothes pooling around her ankles, but that doesn’t stop me from hitting the back of her thighs.

“Ouch! That’s not a warm-up!” She dances on the spot from the stinging pain.

“Quiet, it’s not a discussion. Bend over and stick your ass out.”

“Yes, sir.” Becca plops back on the table.

A dozen pink imprints on each butt cheek, and she reaches back with her hand. I tie her hands behind her back with a kitchen towel and pause for a brief lecture.

From my latest book Spanks and Moans

My dear friends, loyal readers, and other esteemed members of the spanko community! I'm counting on you.

Pretty please with a cherry-red bottom on top (umm it doesn't make any sense, does it? What if the bottom is stuck out up in the air?) buy my book on Amazon (unless you have a family account, I completely understand) or read it for free on KU. It's not about money making but visibility, and right now my book is pretty much invisible.

If you can't buy it but want to read it, please let me know and I will send you and ARC copy.

Please and thank you!!

Spanks and Moans are OUT!!

 

Ahoy, mateys! Arrrrr ye ready for salmagundi? It’s a pirate feast to celebrate the booty adventures and set sail into its uncharted waters. Expect lots of plot and tons of strict discipline.

Becca, a writer and a squirrel chaser, spends a weekend at a remote cottage to get a long-overdue reset from the firm hands of her more experienced partner and lifestyle mentor, only known as Captain Ray.

Spanks and Moans is a 10,000-word spanking novelette, full of strict discipline, unorthodox writing lines, and a kinky pirate roleplay. 

Spanks and Moans on Amazon for only $0.99, Free on KU

You know what to do. I am counting on you.. As always ARC copies are available, especially for those who cannot buy on Amazon. LMK

EDIT: To get Anti-Prologue, a bonus prequel to Spanks and Moans, absolutely FREE, click HERE

Divine smut is moving

 

I'm gradually moving from this quite stagnant blog. Not sure where yet, maybe I will build an author's website, maybe somewhere else on social media. Please don't delete me from your blog rolls as I will be posting here as well, pinky promise. And I lurk regularly, checking yours!

Almost done writing the next book, will post some snippets here. That's the current state of affairs. 

Important: I'm building a new mailing list to keep in touch with my readers, and there are quite a few of you here.

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FREE promo on Uncle Ar

 

I'm running a FREE book promotion on Amazon this weekend starting at midnight Pacific Time. 

Friday, July 10, 2026, 12:00 AM PDT to   Sunday, July 12, 2026, 11:59 PM PDT

You can download the Uncle Ar book totally free, for zero dollars, euros, pounds, or even yens.

If you hesitated before, download it now, read, and leave a raving review because you honestly loved it, right right?

And tell you friends, will you?

Here are the links:

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UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

Germany:  https://www.amazon.de/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

France: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

Happy reading!

The three-word meme

First Ronnie did this meme, then Hermione. I guess it's my turn. It was fun!

1. Where is your cell phone?  - Very close by

2. Boyfriend/girlfriend? - I prefer men

3. Hair? - Long and messy

4. Your favorite item(s)? - Probably my phone

5. Your dream last night? - The Three Bears

6. Your favorite drink? - Jasmine green tea

7. Your dream guy/girl?  - Smart, confident, dependable

8. The room you are in? - My home office

9. Your fear? - Falling down stairs

10. What do you want to be in 10 years? - Writing more books

11. Do you have pictures of your spanked bottom - None of those

12. What's outside your window? - My lilac tree

13. One of your wish list items? - Travel travel travel

14. What time is it? - One forty five

15. What are you wearing?  - Top, yoga pants

16. Your favorite book?  - Richler's Barney's Version

17. The last thing you ate? - Tomatoes, lettuce, eggs

18. Your life? - Enjoying the summer

19. Your car? - It's very fast

20. What are you doing at this moment? - Typing, of course

21 Your summer? - Beautiful as ever

22. Travel plans? - Not during summer

23. What is on your TV screen? - TV is off

24. Last time you cried? - Watching Steel Magnolias

25. School? - Too long ago

26. Sport at school - Bit of tennis

27. Least favourite spanking implement - Big wooden paddle

28, Who did you hang out with last night - With my son

29. Favourite colour - Pink, orange, grey

30. Lake or Ocean - The ocean, please

Brand new cover for Uncle Ar: Yay or Nay?

 

Rebranding Uncle Ar as a witty and sophisticated dark romance. I am witty and sophisticated, am I? Ha ha. 

What do you think of a new cover? Yay or Nay? Any graphic designers out there? 

It's Book One of The Belt series, hence the jarring contrast of the belt cutout over the mellow Rome ruins in the background. All the pictures and design by yours truly.

Uncle Ar book: ARC readers needed and international links

Firstly, if you want to read the book but can't order it on Amazon for various reasons, like family account etc, please let me know in comments or email me. Especially if you are willing to review it on Amazon (wink wink), which can be done anonymously. Million thanks in advance!!

Second order of business. As lovely Hermione noted to me, our readers are all over the world, and hence the US Amazon link doesn't work for everyone.

Shame on me, that's a crime that earns one a spanking..

Here are the links for the different countries: 

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

Germany:  https://www.amazon.de/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

France: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

Please let me know if yours is missing. Note that the book is free on KU. 

Happy reading!

Uncle Ar is LIVE on Amazon!!

 

Yes, it's live!! Can you feel how excited I am? And I'm counting on your help.

Here is the link to Uncle Ar on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H3PF1J6N

Read Sample includes the first three chapters: A is for Ancient, B is for Belt, and C is for Cherished. I had to remove the rest from this blog, as per Amazon rules.

If you did like it, please reblog / promote (especially if you have a big account) / buy / write a review.🙏 

One-handed reading is encouraged! 😎🌶️😱 

PS You don't need a Kindle reader to read e-books. You can read them on any computer or tablet or phone. I will add instructions how or let me know in comments if you have a problem with EPUB. 

PPS All of you that read the original version during the A to Z challenge, were my inadvertent ARC readers. You can leave a review without buying a book, it will help me a lot. Just please add at the beginning. "I read an advance copy of the book." 

Thank you, all!! Without your support this book would never happen.

Uncle Ar book cover reveal

 

Blue letters or white letters? I think white letters are better, more contrast against the background. What do you think? 

This book cover is entirely my design, including the photo in the background of Roman ruins and the photo of the belt.

I'm so so close to publishing this book. Editing - check, book cover - check, blurb - check.

Oh! Here is the blurb:

Stranded in Rome at Christmastime, Arlin James, a semi-retired jazz musician and a strict disciplinarian, channels his grudges into an elaborate fantasy set in Ancient Rome. Senator Arlinus Maximus, his alter ego, rules over his Gaulish submissive Giulia, who doesn’t speak a lick of Latin, with a firm hand and a sword belt. 

As the fantasy storyline wraps up, Arlin meets Federica, a young White House lawyer on a covert mission to the Vatican, who desperately needs a trip over Santa’s knee. 

Uncle Ar, the disciplinarian, is a 17k-word spanking romance novelette, with two unabashed tales of dominance and discipline entangled but structured by the alphabet, each chapter earmarked with a letter: A is for Ancient, B is for Belt, etc. A meet-cute of twitching palms and squirming bottoms.

All characters are 18+ and not related. Please refer to the Warnings and Kinks page at the beginning of the book for the full list of themes and sensitive content.

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Remember that once I publish, unfortunately, I will have to remove most of the chapters from the blog. 

Wish me luck and please buy the book once it's out!